Zhou Weimin sat on the high-speed rail, and he rushed to his hometown in the county seat as soon as possible.

The news of his grandmother's death came so suddenly, he couldn't accept the news of the sudden death of the kind old lady.

When she received a call from her hometown, what flashed in Zhou Weimin's mind was the old lady's voice, smile and past experience.

The old lady was a magical figure, who lost her husband in her early years and raised six children by herself.

In order to feed the children, the old lady who used a foam box to carry a quilt and put popsicles in it went to the field to sell, secretly used a plastic pot to fill the lard and wrapped it in a quilt, and saved a few cents to take the green train to the next city to sell, and the old lady also did it. went to the field to touch the yellow eel to improve her life, but was bitten by a snake on her finger, and the old lady also did it.

Later, I don't know why, the old lady suddenly made a three-entry façade on the main street of the county workers' and farmers' vegetable market, and since then she has opened a Shentai store, which has been open for decades.

There is a large wooden table at the entrance of the small Shentai shop, where the old lady draws glass, adjusts gold lacquer, makes tablets, and writes the names of deceased people or the honorific names of gods and Buddhas one by one.

The prompt sound of arrival at the station sounded, waking Zhou Weimin from his memories, he hurriedly squeezed off the high-speed rail, then ran out of the high-speed rail station, stopped a black car, and rushed to his grandmother's house.

No. 168 Hetang Street is my grandmother's only house, the only river in this small county town in my hometown, where several children grew up, and then left here and ran to their respective futures.

Standing at the door of this bungalow, Zhou Weimin watched her mother sit haggard against the door.

Seeing that her son was back, Zhou's mother's eyes turned red instantly, she raised her head and whispered to her son: "Son, there will be no mother in the future." ”

Zhou Weimin instantly felt a sour nose, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only whisper: "I'll go see my grandmother first." ”

"Well, if you don't see a dead face, you have to see a dead face," Zhou's mother wiped her eyes gently, stood up, turned around and led Zhou Weimin into the door.

In the small hall, there are two benches covered with black paint, and there is a coffin on the bench, and the maroon coffin looks so cold, and in it lies the old lady who has been strong all her life.

The old lady with a nice name is Hu Die.

At the end of the coffin, there is a posthumous portrait, the old lady is wearing a red robe of a refuge layman, and she is holding a string of Buddhist beads in her right hand.

A few steps forward, a brazier was smoking, and a wad of paper money was burning in it, and the two uncles were kneeling in front of the brazier reverently, folding them meticulously, and several big (Zhou's mother's sister) and aunts were sobbing and burning paper money.

"Grandma, I'm back."

On the way back, Zhou Weimin always thought that he would cry bitterly, but looking at the smiling face on the portrait, he couldn't cry, he stood for a while, and just said that.

Grandma's biggest regret in this life is that her sons did not give birth to grandchildren, and the only boy is only Zhou Weimin, a grandson, so when Zhou Weimin was very young, he was basically called by grandma and grandma, and if his own grandmother was next to him, that is, he added a Hu Die grandmother in front of him to distinguish it slightly.

After receiving the paper money handed by her mother, Zhou Weimin respectfully knelt down behind her uncle, and then kowtowed three times before kneeling and moving a few steps forward and putting it in the brazier.

I don't know if it's smoky, but after a few burns, Zhou Weimin suddenly felt a wet and cool piece on his face, and touched it with his hand, only to find that he didn't know when he was already in tears.

After burning a wad of paper money, Zhou Weimin kowtowed respectfully again before standing up.

Holding a wooden box, the mother stood behind her and looked at the statue in a daze.

"Oh, here you go, this is what your grandmother Hu Die left for you," the mother blinked her eyes before she came to her senses and looked up at Zhou Weimin.

"What's in there?" Zhou Weimin took the wooden box with both hands, weighed it slightly, and how much weight it still had.

"I don't know, I haven't opened it, you can see for yourself," the mother wiped her eyes with her sleeve, waved her hand, squatted down, and burned the paper money.

Holding the box, he walked out of the hall, Zhou Weimin found a shaded tree, sat directly on the stone brick tree circle that retained the soil, and carefully looked at the wooden box.

Looking at the simple combination lock on the wooden box, Zhou Weimin couldn't help but laugh knowingly.

The old lady often said that she wanted to save some money, but now it was too troublesome to go to the bank, and she was afraid of losing it at home, so she asked Zhou Weimin to buy a combination lock online.

At that time, Zhou Weimin also smiled and said that people moved away directly from the things you had money in, and they were afraid that you would have a combination lock.

It turned out that the lock was used on this box.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Weimin turned the roulette wheel and put his birthday eight characters into it, and sure enough, with a slight twist, the combination lock was opened.

Putting the lock body aside and flipping open the lid, Zhou Weimin began to look through the contents one by one.

An old-fashioned mobile phone given by Zhou Weimin, less than 1,000 yuan, the old lady's favorite is that it can be used for a week on a single charge, and the horn is very loud, which is very useful for the old lady with a little back in the ear.

A somewhat clumsy key, a string of Buddhist beads, a book that Wei Min had almost forgotten about the contents of this week, a real estate certificate and a letter.

Looking at the red book, Zhou Weimin was a little stunned, but he still reached out and picked it up, opened it, and inside was the real estate certificate of the Shentai store in Gongnongping.

put the real estate certificate back, and then unfolded the letter, there were only a few dozen brush words, but it reminded Zhou Weimin of the time when he was beaten by the old lady with bamboo strips when he was a child, and reprimanded himself for not writing well with a brush.

The letter paper is the style of a long time ago, separated by a vertical red line, and the order of writing is also from right to left, from top to bottom.

Grandma Hu Die knows her physical condition, and grandma is afraid that she won't be able to wait for you to bring her daughter-in-law back to see grandma, so she will leave you a letter. ’

It's not that grandma is patriarchal, but that shop, if you think about it, can only pass it on to you. If you are willing to continue, then continue, if you are not, sell the façade and don't keep it. ’

Grandma doesn't know if it's right or wrong, but I think the good grandson will understand Grandma Hu Die. The Buddhist beads were given by the abbot of the Guanyin Hall where the grandmother took refuge, and the grandmother thought that you might be able to use it in the future. That key, if you are willing to continue the Shentai store, you will be able to use it in the future, if you don't want to continue it, just throw it away. ’

That's it, I can't write it well, good grandson, Grandma Hu Die will go first. ’

Zhou Weimin pursed her lips and read the letter two or three times, only to feel confused.

The fact that the Shentai store had to be kept to himself had never been mentioned before. And since the old lady is old, I don't know how much time it has been closed for more than it has been opened.

Unless it is those familiar customers who come to Hetang Street, the old lady will go to the store on crutches to do those old jobs.

And none of his uncles, aunts and uncles have ever handled these businesses, Zhou Weimin always thought that if the old lady left, the façade would be changed to other uses, who knew that it would have something to do with him.

was still hesitating whether to tell her mother about the matter, but Zhou Weimin was attracted by the elderly mobile phone.

The screen of the mobile phone lying in the wooden box facing up suddenly lit up, and when I picked it up, it was a text message.

The quaint nine-square grid button made a crisp sound of 'Gada, Gada', and Zhou Weimin unlocked the lock of the mobile phone and controlled the arrow keys to select the mailbox.

The big words jumped into my eyes, and even a dozen words, and they were all divided into five or six lines before I finished reading them.

I flipped through a few more, all from the same number, and the content was exactly the same, all of them were urging the old lady to quickly send the customized Shentai to the customer's home in Shiniuchong.

Shiniuchong is still thirty or forty miles away from the county seat, and even if it is estimated that it will take more than an hour to drive, mainly because there is a dirt road in the mountains on the way. The dirt road is only a car wide, and it is a problem to go around in the mountains, and it is a hassle to meet a car in the middle of the way.

flipped through it again, and as Zhou Weimin expected, the old lady didn't know pinyin and didn't reply. The earliest one was a week ago, when the old lady was already in a daze, lying in the hospital, and no one knew what to do.

It seems that the person on the other side of the phone doesn't know the news that the old lady is gone, Zhou Weimin thought about it, let's not mention the matter of this Shentai store, the old lady has always been a person who re-promises, and as the only grandson, even if it is a grandson, he can't let the old lady lose her promise.

After making up his mind, Zhou Weimin put the Buddha beads around his neck, put the old man's mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and put the rest of the things in a wooden box as they were, locked them, picked them up, and walked towards the hall.

After entering the hall, Zhou Weimin handed the wooden box to his mother as it was, and then asked his uncle to borrow his box truck, but he didn't answer the use, so he drove towards the Shentai store.

When I arrived at the Shentai store, the rear of the car fell directly onto the road and stopped against the roller shutter of the Shentai store. Zhou Weimin turned off the engine, and after getting out of the car, he walked towards the store next door that specialized in selling paper money, drawing circles, and incense sticks.

The owner of this shop is also an elderly lady, and she has always had a good relationship with Zhou Weimin's grandmother, and the key to the Shentai store is kept here, just in case.

Naturally, she knew Zhou Weimin, and the grandmother stood up, took out a key from the bottom of the glass counter that sold some cigarettes and betel nuts at the door and handed it to Zhou Weimin.

The old lady didn't speak the whole time, maybe she was thinking about things and people, and her expression was quite lonely.

After taking the key, Zhou Weimin sniffed, then grinned, and then didn't speak, walked back to the next door, opened the side door of the roller shutter with the key, and then pushed the door and walked in.